Shay pas, never met one, not even in the mirror.
In the UK, I wouldnât say anything of the sort, just something more specific to the person I was talking to. If a shop assistant, it would probably be âThank Youâ. For a friend it would be âHope that the meeting/visit to parents/glass class etc goes wellâ - in fact that sort of thing works for anyone Iâve had anything of a conversation with.
In France, I say âBonne journĂ©eâ
A grumpy one? Probably âsod offâ.
A more cheerful one might say - see you soon, good bye, take care, look after yourself etc.
I translate âBonne journĂ©eâ as âgood dayâ in my head, which is a slightly formal, old fashioned form of parting phrase quite suited to the way I perceive French language.
Yes, but I interpret it, rightly or wrongly, as a wish for the rest of the day (as in the American version) rather than a comment on the current situation.
But, as I say, I could be wrong, and we know who will put me right, donât we?
Happy starwars day (May 4th be with you).
I remember Jasper Carrot saying that he would rather be told to âhave a nice dayâ by some American who did not really mean it than be told to 'get stuffed â by a brummy who really did.
Divine. fit for Private Eyeâs Pedantâs Corner.
So would I
True.
This, as usual from The Oldie amused me on 2 levels. It is quite a good joke, but also because it is written by a travelling carer, those excellent ( mainly) females with whom we in our house are so familiar these days. However the last bit isnât true. Fran gets plenty of hugs and even kisses, usually on the top of her head.
But then, it was written during lockdown.
George tells me his best joke, as he always does. A young engineer is visiting Blackpool to study the tower. As he stands in its shadow marvelling at the intricate construction, a prostitute sidles up to him. âDo you fancy a bit?â she hisses. âWhy?â replies the engineer, âare they taking it down?â George rocks with silent laughter and asks me to pour him a whisky. I spin around the house, making sure that itâs clean and safe, and leave. The hardest thing is not being able to hug, or even touch, my clients.
A friend of mine has just changed his name to Steppenwolf.
He was Bjorn Toby Wilde!
Since every thread on SF eventually discusses food: in South America I got to try some deep fried insects legs.
They were the bees knees.
I used to have fears about speed bumps, but Iâm slowly getting over them.
Groan
Those are so corny you could start manufacturing breakfast cereal with them.
Lol reminds me of the late great Jimmy Cricket âand theres moreâ